‘The view from his room was magnificent. We stood side by side, him between the two of us, to drink it in. He spoke in low tones– I almost had to ...train to listen to him, but I wanted to feel every thought of his. What he said was so important! He asked us questions about some things which showed that he thought very deeply. ‘He began reminiscing about his home in Southern France, about warm days on the beaches. The warmth that he described seemed to surround us. I remember that he was amused. And, of course, there was a sense in which Robin had been wounded in this spot between her trim thighs. If half of what she'd said were true, then Christine herself had contributed to some measure to the agony in her daughter right now.Oh, Carl--Carl, I caused it to happen! she cried inwardly. I must give her my comfort again, Carl. Don't you understand?Her lips compressed again. She felt the spongy, puffy give of the bloated cunt-lips between them. She savored another trickle of sweet honey. My pussy was so tight that only the tip got inside. He spitted on my pussy and lubricated it with his fingers. This time he inserted it with more power, and it got inside.“Aah, fuck!” I screamed.He was stroking hard. His thick dick was stretching my hole, and I was in extreme pleasure and pain. He slapped my butt and grabbed my hair tight. He was pulling my hair and using his full force to fuck me like a slut. I was screaming and crying.My eyes were closed, and my heart was beating so fast. He. I was very fastly fucking her and she started to moan a lot and started crying.At first I didn’t notice her crying and then when I was about to cum, I saw her tears coming down and asked her, is it paining, shall I stop? She said no and cummed and she cummed too. We then went down in the bathtub and I asked her why are you crying and she was like I had the best time of my life which made me really happy and helpful.We then kissed for like 5 mins and asked her is it correct or wrong thing, she.